Haunting This Body

Haunted by spirits and haunted by past
With dead eyes in a dead lock
Broken down heads with broken down dreams
A tattered rusting machine
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The cold touch of spectral hands
Dusty hearts and an empty chest

So who draws the knife? Who draws the blade?
Who kicks in the teeth when they're down on the ground?
So who draws the knife? Who draws the blade?
Who kicks in the teeth when they're down on the ground?

Who kicks in the teeth
Down on the ground?

With these broken hands on barbed wire hearts
We're lost and lonely spirits in tombs of steel and glass
Looking for the right blade
The broken down axies and transmissions
Saying: "Who is going to draw the knife? Who is going to draw the blade?"
Who is going to hack the bones and sinews away?
Who is going to be left to scream when we've ripped the vocal chords to shit?
This haunting plays out like a broken engine

And these organs play out like porcelain shards
And these organs play out like broken glass
And these organs play out like porcelain shards
And these organs play out like broken glass

Hold the breath
Keep it close

This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body
This heart's a ghost and this ghost haunts this body

Who will draw first blood when the knives are out?